Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.